Parnard

Menelya, the 53rd day of Tuilë

Laurelindo was at home, sitting near the little pool, harp in a side, writing supply on his laps, writing :

'Yesterday was the trial, finally. It has been long in coming…

The trial was long and, despite the seriousness of the crimes and of the situation, it was quite… Entertaining. Between the famous argument of : 'Feanor did that, why can't we also… ?' and other liberties taken by the defendants, much to their attorney's despair I believe… Really it was entertaining.

When I woke up at Echad Eregion, I recalled a thing that Elvealin had told me before we departed. She and Feahelka had seen the Dunlending trying to establish a camp near Gwingris. There is some time of that but I still thought that the Lords present would appreciate the information, and so I told them.

It has been quite a long time since I was at home, and it shows. Or at least it did until I dusted and cleaned up the place.

Now I am lazily enjoying, in peace and safety, a glass of wine with a warm fire in the living room, my instruments all cared for and at their usual places. I am quite sure no one will need my skill in the minute, either as a minstrel or as a healer.

Am I lazy to think so and enjoy it ? Tonight, yes.

At last Lord Anglachelm has been found! We ran after the enemy a long way, all the way from Enedwaith to Dunland, Rohan, and from Lórien to Mirkwood where he was, and here we are, back in beloved Lórien. A certain nameless Elf who he apparently knew was to be thanked for helping us to find him.

Today was a very, very long day.

It's ending is almost perfect, but the day was long to come here.

First of all, I am glad to say the party gone to kill the goblins on the road is back and that everyone is fine. I was seriously beginning to worry. But of course they were 'not that big adversaries, mainly goblins'. Well, considering where we were...

Lord Anglachelm awoke before we set off, but he refused to be kept unconscious for our travel. I was not happy about it but it was his choice to make.

It may only be wishful thinking on my part, but I do not believe lord Anglachelm will suddenly drop dead if we are careful of his broken ribs and the perforation wounds he suffers from. 

I think so because he woke up a few times today, had the strength to eat and drink on his own and showed a stubbornness which, I am beginning to believe, is to be found only in this House. Seriously !

I am taking advantage of the fact that everyone is sleeping or at least out of sight and lord Anglachelm seems stable to put on paper the events of the day.

And what a day...

After leaving most of our things in that abandoned place close to the fortress, we entered Dol Guldur (I got writing supply from an elf at the camp we are in now). Did I mention it was a foolish, suicidal attempt ? Well, for all the dangers we were in, we are all still alive, surprisingly.